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These were not expressions to do Fanny any good; for though she read in too much haste and confusion to form the clearest judgment of Miss Crawford's meaning, it was evident that she meant to compliment her on her brother's attachment, and even to appear to believe it serious. She did not know what to do, or what to think.
She had begged for Crawford's friendship she could not bring herself to let him go without hearing that he forgave her and would think of her as a friend but now she vowed she would not be so silly and childish as to torture him or herself unnecessarily. She would not do it. And so she did not write. After Christmas came the long, dull winter.
The distasteful task of gaoler, however, pained good Aunt Dorothy, whose simplicity was, in truth, no match for Dorothy's love-quickened cunning. But Aunt Dorothy's sense of duty and her fear of Sir George impelled her to keep good and conscientious guard. One afternoon near the hour of sunset I knocked for admission at Lady Crawford's door.
The cars drew up beside the Mountjoy in an endless queue; each received its quota of bales according to its carrying capacity, and was despatched on its homeward journey without a moment's delay. The wisdom of Crawford's system of packing was fully vindicated.
I have catechized the servants, but the question is bottomless to me." "Have you spoken to Dorothy on the subject?" I asked. "No," he replied, "but I have sent word to her by the Faxton girl that I am going to see her at once. Come with me." We went into Lady Crawford's room. She was ill and in bed. I did not wonder that she was ill after the experiences of the previous night.
For a moment they saw his arms, then they saw his hands clutching at the foam-flecked face of the water and then even the hands disappeared. "Who was it?" It was Mr. Crawford's voice, calm, expressionless. Conniston and Argyl swung about, the horror of the thing which they had seen still widening their eyes, and saw Mr. Crawford, Jimmie Kent, and a man whom Conniston took to be Colton Gray.
He gambled in th' ol' days; some time 'r other he'll wander in somewhere an' try t' copper th' king. No sign of him round Crawford's ol' place. But I'll get him; it's a hunch. By-by!" Later, the detective was conducted into the Maharajah's reception-room. He would give two thousand five hundred for the recovery of the stones. "At what are they valued?" "By your customs appraisers, forty thousand.
The two Rutland men and I groped our way to the dungeon and carried forth John, who was weak from loss of blood. I told them to lock the door of the Hall as they passed out and to attach the keys to the cord hanging from Lady Crawford's window. Then I climbed to my room again, feeling in conscience like a criminal because I had done the best act of my life.
And so, when I take my children sometimes to look at Crawford's famous group, I even enjoy the spirit of pride with which they look upon the figure of America, and the zest with which they enjoy the vigorous onslaught of the pioneer on the forest tree; but my own eyes seek the Indian chieftain reclining in mute despair on the right of the group, and I have a strange sympathy with the fortune which his very attitude so forcibly indicates.
Her disposition was peculiarly calculated to value a fond treatment, and from having hitherto known so little of it, she was the more overcome by Miss Crawford's. Besides, there was gratitude towards her, for having made their tete-a-tete so much less painful than her fears had predicted. It was over, and she had escaped without reproaches and without detection.
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